Blazing down the dirt road, nothing but sky and and and
renegade on the run like my loose tailing past no longer matters like everything I was am will be is lost in the dust burned trail nothing but sky and and and
it is found again some forgetful Sunday when the air smells of dry salt asphalt spring mud, river, racing rapids bound to lose nothing but sky and and and
donβt look for me Iβll be home soon but donβt look for me when there's nothing but sky and and and